I've gone right down the tubes. Work started again. Free time became more limited and I just quit writing.
I'm a blogging failure.
Or am I? I'm not quite ready to quit.
This goes back to the whole idea of self definition. In my mind I was a runner. I had no reason to see myself as a runner, but it was somehow part of my subconcious. Likewise, I am a writer. I don't know how to get this part of me "out," but if I can run a marathon, I can become an author.
Yikes. An author? That just kind of popped out. Maybe that's my next step. Maybe I can go from writer to author.
I went from wanna-be runner to marathoner so maybe it's not so far-fetched.
Create my own reality-- I am an author.
